What do to next?
This phrase is a constant mantra going on in my head. Whether I’m thinking what household chore I should do next or what life –impacting decision to make. I feel as though I make one decision and move right on to the next. I realize I probably miss out on a lot of personal growth and even better choices if I would have just prayed and waited.
Obviously, I am not talking about doing the next load of laundry. We were at a church meeting tonight that discussed opportunities for growing our facilities. One of the men on the church’s leadership team kept talking about reasons for pause, taking a step back. At first, I thought it to be kind of strange because our whole point of growing our facility is to help us with our current needs of space (which anyone who visits would ask “why would you feel the need to pause, can’t you see it NEEDS to be done?”). During the meeting, the answers were obvious why we should pause/re-evaluate. However, if we just pushed our way through and kept moving forward on the original vision, we could easily end up with enormous debt, amongst other detrimental factors. On top of that, I think they came up with a more economical and purposeful way of “growing” our church.
I am amazed at the ways I press on and trudge through different decisions in my own life. I feel as though if I am told no or something stops me, I will find a better way to make it happen. Our culture is “gotta have it now”. It’s almost like an adrenaline rush, to see what I can do to make it happen now and show the world that I can’t be stopped.
Then every so often, I am reminded of the verse that says, be still and wait. Doesn’t that sound restful and inviting? However, I have the hardest time of being still and waiting when making decisions. I’m afraid I am going to miss out or someone is going to “get what is mine”. Looking over past decisions, if I had waited and prayed, I can see how a better solution/option would have presented itself. I find it odd that I have a firm foundation in the Lord, yet I seem to be afraid, I will miss out if I can’t orchestrate things appropriately in a fast-like manner. I am trying to learn that I always don’t have to be figuring out what to do next. I can learn a lot with being still. On top of that, with waiting on the Lord, I can trust He will bring His best before me. I just need to pause and listen.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
When Two Became One…
I had this feeling all weekend that I was forgetting something; I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I had both the boys while Pete went white water rafting with the church men’s group. We all had a really good weekend. The boys were great. I think I kept my patience at a pretty good level. I even watched a good chick flick that I knew Pete would have no interest in. Pete had fun too; no injuries and he got thrown out of the raft twice, (which sounded like a positive thing when he told the story).
However, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of me was missing. I think time apart is good. I thought I would be missing all the help that he gives, especially around bedtime. I got through the entire bedtime rituals just fine. I really did appreciate just having special moments with Marschall and Garrett by ourselves.
I realized, though, it was more of Pete’s company I missed, the late night of just being together. A lot times we just sit in the same room doing different things. I realize now, what I treasure, is his presence. It was funny, as soon as he walked in the door at 3:00pm today, I couldn’t wish any harder that it was time for the boys to go to bed.
I fear that time will take its’ toll. The kids will need our undivided attention with school needs, activities, etc. I hate to believe that someday they will go to bed later than we will. It’s a reality. I sure hope that we will always long for moments in just “being together” as time moves on and life gets in the way. Time apart is good; you know that old saying… it makes the heart grow fonderJ.
I had this feeling all weekend that I was forgetting something; I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I had both the boys while Pete went white water rafting with the church men’s group. We all had a really good weekend. The boys were great. I think I kept my patience at a pretty good level. I even watched a good chick flick that I knew Pete would have no interest in. Pete had fun too; no injuries and he got thrown out of the raft twice, (which sounded like a positive thing when he told the story).
However, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of me was missing. I think time apart is good. I thought I would be missing all the help that he gives, especially around bedtime. I got through the entire bedtime rituals just fine. I really did appreciate just having special moments with Marschall and Garrett by ourselves.
I realized, though, it was more of Pete’s company I missed, the late night of just being together. A lot times we just sit in the same room doing different things. I realize now, what I treasure, is his presence. It was funny, as soon as he walked in the door at 3:00pm today, I couldn’t wish any harder that it was time for the boys to go to bed.
I fear that time will take its’ toll. The kids will need our undivided attention with school needs, activities, etc. I hate to believe that someday they will go to bed later than we will. It’s a reality. I sure hope that we will always long for moments in just “being together” as time moves on and life gets in the way. Time apart is good; you know that old saying… it makes the heart grow fonderJ.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Drug Money
I am always looking for ways to save money. Let me clarify, looking for ways to save money on things I hate spending money on.
We work from a cash budget, meaning, we allot a certain amount of money every two weeks when Pete is paid and once that money is up, we are done with spending. (Sometimes, it doesn't work out that perfectly but it helps us keep on track and there are usually a few discussions every so often on why we need more money in each category) On the whole, it seems to works for us. I am usually the one who handles all the weekly budgeting and spending, so I am always trying to figure out where we can pull money from one category and spend more in another ~ (usually my hair color fund:), just kidding~
Pete recently found out that his monthly allergy prescription has gone up to $50.00 a month. That's a lot and that's not fun for either of us to spend money on. So I did some researching and calling our insurance to see what options there were. There really weren't any. Pete is miserable without this medicine. I did a google search to read up on allergies. I found this web-site, www.getcanadiandrugs.com. I know it seems a little weird. But I checked it out and they have a generic form of the same medicine that he uses. It seems pretty legit. Get this, a three-month supply for $30.00, including shipping! That's what I'm talking about!
We will see how it compares and works for him. Hopefully, there won't be any terrible side effects ~
Just thought I would pass along some money saving ideas. Some people share coupons; I tell you how you can access cheap foreign drugs.
I am always looking for ways to save money. Let me clarify, looking for ways to save money on things I hate spending money on.
We work from a cash budget, meaning, we allot a certain amount of money every two weeks when Pete is paid and once that money is up, we are done with spending. (Sometimes, it doesn't work out that perfectly but it helps us keep on track and there are usually a few discussions every so often on why we need more money in each category) On the whole, it seems to works for us. I am usually the one who handles all the weekly budgeting and spending, so I am always trying to figure out where we can pull money from one category and spend more in another ~ (usually my hair color fund:), just kidding~
Pete recently found out that his monthly allergy prescription has gone up to $50.00 a month. That's a lot and that's not fun for either of us to spend money on. So I did some researching and calling our insurance to see what options there were. There really weren't any. Pete is miserable without this medicine. I did a google search to read up on allergies. I found this web-site, www.getcanadiandrugs.com. I know it seems a little weird. But I checked it out and they have a generic form of the same medicine that he uses. It seems pretty legit. Get this, a three-month supply for $30.00, including shipping! That's what I'm talking about!
We will see how it compares and works for him. Hopefully, there won't be any terrible side effects ~
Just thought I would pass along some money saving ideas. Some people share coupons; I tell you how you can access cheap foreign drugs.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
“Rolling with the Punches”
I am not one who likes “Rolling with the Punches” or “Making Lemons out of Lemonade”. I have the philosophy of “Where there is a Will there is a Way”.
Today was a Marschall pre-school day. He goes two mornings a week and I have my routine down to a science. When it is all said and done, I have about 2.5 hours of real time to get something done, cleaned or bought with only one child in tow. I was out the door to take Marschall to school. Everyone was loaded up; Garrett’s diaper bag, Marschall’s school bag, my gym stuff, my purse, you get the idea). It takes some coordination to get out the door! Especially at 8:45 am. However,today, I was stopped in my tracks, literally.
Earlier this morning I had been looking everywhere for my keys and I finally found them in the ignition. Yea! I figured I had left them in the car since yesterday. I was thankful to find them and thankful that the car was not stolen either. Like I said I was stopped in my tracks so you see where this might be going… yeah, my battery was dead from leaving the keys in the car all night. Again,thankfully it was just dead and not stolen. I have had my car stolen before and to have it happen again would be one time too many.
Anyway, Pete had already left for the day to travel in the Raleigh area. My first thought, “oh gosh to be trapped at home all day with no transportation!” Then I became disgusted by the fact that it was my fault I left the keys in the car. Usually, I have someone else to blame, but not today. I get real frustrated when plans don’t go accordingly, (that’s a nice way of putting it). I will try to problem solve until I see there is no absolute way. I immediately thought of my gracious retired father-in-law. I thought, he always says he would be glad to help. I put him to the test! Thankfully, he came and jump-started the car. After he got it going I was only running about 30 minutes late. Marschall got to school and I got what I needed to get done.
I use to get real bent out of shape when circumstance would interrupt my daily plans. It's usually just the little, irritating stuff; like a dead battery. But after having children; I’m now surprised when things actually can work out when there is a bump in the road. Today was one of those days.... or I should say it was one of those mornings, who knows what the rest of the day will entail!
I am not one who likes “Rolling with the Punches” or “Making Lemons out of Lemonade”. I have the philosophy of “Where there is a Will there is a Way”.
Today was a Marschall pre-school day. He goes two mornings a week and I have my routine down to a science. When it is all said and done, I have about 2.5 hours of real time to get something done, cleaned or bought with only one child in tow. I was out the door to take Marschall to school. Everyone was loaded up; Garrett’s diaper bag, Marschall’s school bag, my gym stuff, my purse, you get the idea). It takes some coordination to get out the door! Especially at 8:45 am. However,today, I was stopped in my tracks, literally.
Earlier this morning I had been looking everywhere for my keys and I finally found them in the ignition. Yea! I figured I had left them in the car since yesterday. I was thankful to find them and thankful that the car was not stolen either. Like I said I was stopped in my tracks so you see where this might be going… yeah, my battery was dead from leaving the keys in the car all night. Again,thankfully it was just dead and not stolen. I have had my car stolen before and to have it happen again would be one time too many.
Anyway, Pete had already left for the day to travel in the Raleigh area. My first thought, “oh gosh to be trapped at home all day with no transportation!” Then I became disgusted by the fact that it was my fault I left the keys in the car. Usually, I have someone else to blame, but not today. I get real frustrated when plans don’t go accordingly, (that’s a nice way of putting it). I will try to problem solve until I see there is no absolute way. I immediately thought of my gracious retired father-in-law. I thought, he always says he would be glad to help. I put him to the test! Thankfully, he came and jump-started the car. After he got it going I was only running about 30 minutes late. Marschall got to school and I got what I needed to get done.
I use to get real bent out of shape when circumstance would interrupt my daily plans. It's usually just the little, irritating stuff; like a dead battery. But after having children; I’m now surprised when things actually can work out when there is a bump in the road. Today was one of those days.... or I should say it was one of those mornings, who knows what the rest of the day will entail!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Marriage thoughts
Pete and I were able to go to a marriage conference at our church on Saturday. We try to go to something of this sort every year or so. It’s been a while since the kids have come into the picture. It was just during the day on Saturday. I always like going to this sort of thing and I would go as far to say as most wives do. You feel like your husband is going to “get a good talking to” so to speak. A good reminder of what wives need. I always find it nice that Pete tries out some of the advice that they give to the husbands after it is over.
There were several things I took from it that really hit home. It’s funny, this time I don’t remember too much of what the husbands were called to do. I feel like I got “called out” as a wife and it’s a good thing…. I think all too often I can get caught into the mindset that the husbands are where it’s lacking and it’s “their fault” that we (the wife) aren’t content/happy…
Here is a different definition of love that really made me think. The speaker related it to the love Jesus has for His children as well as a husband and wife.
“The complete (100%), never-ending (forever) desire of what is best for another without the regard to cost.” Can you imagine if every spouse really lived that out in his or her marriage? There would be no dead marriage much less one that doesn’t survive.
Do you know what men really want? I hadn't heard some of these insights the speaker shared. (Pete agreed too)
·Men want respect in public
·Affirmation (they are afraid of being exposed that they are not in enough just in life and for their mate)
·Home is the most important place to feel affirmed; sex is a part of that~
·Wanted sexually by their spouse (usually you think they just want you, but husbands want to be “wanted” by their wives.)
·Want romance, we wives need to find the good when our husbands try to be romantic and encourage them in the way they express it.
·A wife that takes care of herself (This sounds a little chauvinistic, however, I like when Pete tries to dress nice, exercise and look good for me.) He’s fun to show off, because he’s mine and I’m his! I want him to be proud of me too.
That’s all, nothing crazy, but it’s nice to grab a tid-bit here and a tid-bit there. These kinds of times really spur on good conversation for us. Marriages go through dry times and fruitful times. Some of the drier times last longer than I wish. However, when there are fruitful times, I appreciate them all the more. After reading back over this and having a really fruitful (yet hopefully not multiplying, ha ha) good weekend, it makes me want to wear my “I love Pete” t-shirt and show the world. :)
Pete and I were able to go to a marriage conference at our church on Saturday. We try to go to something of this sort every year or so. It’s been a while since the kids have come into the picture. It was just during the day on Saturday. I always like going to this sort of thing and I would go as far to say as most wives do. You feel like your husband is going to “get a good talking to” so to speak. A good reminder of what wives need. I always find it nice that Pete tries out some of the advice that they give to the husbands after it is over.
There were several things I took from it that really hit home. It’s funny, this time I don’t remember too much of what the husbands were called to do. I feel like I got “called out” as a wife and it’s a good thing…. I think all too often I can get caught into the mindset that the husbands are where it’s lacking and it’s “their fault” that we (the wife) aren’t content/happy…
Here is a different definition of love that really made me think. The speaker related it to the love Jesus has for His children as well as a husband and wife.
“The complete (100%), never-ending (forever) desire of what is best for another without the regard to cost.” Can you imagine if every spouse really lived that out in his or her marriage? There would be no dead marriage much less one that doesn’t survive.
Do you know what men really want? I hadn't heard some of these insights the speaker shared. (Pete agreed too)
·Men want respect in public
·Affirmation (they are afraid of being exposed that they are not in enough just in life and for their mate)
·Home is the most important place to feel affirmed; sex is a part of that~
·Wanted sexually by their spouse (usually you think they just want you, but husbands want to be “wanted” by their wives.)
·Want romance, we wives need to find the good when our husbands try to be romantic and encourage them in the way they express it.
·A wife that takes care of herself (This sounds a little chauvinistic, however, I like when Pete tries to dress nice, exercise and look good for me.) He’s fun to show off, because he’s mine and I’m his! I want him to be proud of me too.
That’s all, nothing crazy, but it’s nice to grab a tid-bit here and a tid-bit there. These kinds of times really spur on good conversation for us. Marriages go through dry times and fruitful times. Some of the drier times last longer than I wish. However, when there are fruitful times, I appreciate them all the more. After reading back over this and having a really fruitful (yet hopefully not multiplying, ha ha) good weekend, it makes me want to wear my “I love Pete” t-shirt and show the world. :)
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
For about a week now Garrett has been getting up for about 2 hours in the middle of the night, crying/screaming. It was never this bad even when he was an infant. He’s been to the doctor twice in a week. I was pleading with the doctor to find something wrong, and in essence, give him something to make him better. Needless to say, he’s fine. I truly am grateful for that. However, I must be destined to have children that don’t sleep through the night. You know, it’s usually the first thing people ask you after you have a baby, “How are they sleeping”? After about the fourth month after Marschall was born, I began dreading that question from people. Still do, second child still doesn’t sleep through the night. I hear about friends who say after 6-10 weeks, their baby sleeps through the night. To make myself feel better (I say in my head) I think they are lying. I have done everything I feel I can do. Everyone says let them cry it out. I think the ones that say that have never heard a child scream for longer than an hour. It is pure torture, especially in the middle of the night. Pete and I always say before we go to bed, lets try and let him cry it out. Sure enough, 1:00am rolls around and I am trying to do anything I can to get Garrett to stop. Each monthly birthday that he has, I keep hoping that the sleeping will be better. Not too long ago, Pete and I were noticing that Marschall has stopped getting up in the middle of the night and he’s three. Oh gosh, that doesn’t seem to bring me much comfort. Oh well, this too shall pass, I suppose. On a positive note, I have been able to catch some of the late night shows that I use to watch in college. Cable run repeats of Leno and Conan from the 2:00-4:00 am hours. I am like my own TV guide channel, I can tell you what shows come on what time all through out the night.
Thankfully, I don't blog in the middle of the night or I would probably have to change my blog title to, "Take this job and shove it". HA,HA
For about a week now Garrett has been getting up for about 2 hours in the middle of the night, crying/screaming. It was never this bad even when he was an infant. He’s been to the doctor twice in a week. I was pleading with the doctor to find something wrong, and in essence, give him something to make him better. Needless to say, he’s fine. I truly am grateful for that. However, I must be destined to have children that don’t sleep through the night. You know, it’s usually the first thing people ask you after you have a baby, “How are they sleeping”? After about the fourth month after Marschall was born, I began dreading that question from people. Still do, second child still doesn’t sleep through the night. I hear about friends who say after 6-10 weeks, their baby sleeps through the night. To make myself feel better (I say in my head) I think they are lying. I have done everything I feel I can do. Everyone says let them cry it out. I think the ones that say that have never heard a child scream for longer than an hour. It is pure torture, especially in the middle of the night. Pete and I always say before we go to bed, lets try and let him cry it out. Sure enough, 1:00am rolls around and I am trying to do anything I can to get Garrett to stop. Each monthly birthday that he has, I keep hoping that the sleeping will be better. Not too long ago, Pete and I were noticing that Marschall has stopped getting up in the middle of the night and he’s three. Oh gosh, that doesn’t seem to bring me much comfort. Oh well, this too shall pass, I suppose. On a positive note, I have been able to catch some of the late night shows that I use to watch in college. Cable run repeats of Leno and Conan from the 2:00-4:00 am hours. I am like my own TV guide channel, I can tell you what shows come on what time all through out the night.
Thankfully, I don't blog in the middle of the night or I would probably have to change my blog title to, "Take this job and shove it". HA,HA
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
He is Risen!
Easter weekend has been extra special these past few years for me. Today is Marschall’s Birthday; he was born on Good Friday 3 years ago. We had a really busy weekend, with two parties for Marschall on Saturday and then Easter Day festivities after church.
This past Easter was the first time we tried to tell Marschall what Easter is all about. He watched a children’s version of the Passion movie. Some parts had to be fast forwarded through; even the animated version was pretty violent for a 3 year old. I have these moments that I want to tell Marschall all about Jesus and what He did for him on the cross. We have shared about Jesus with him to some extent. I begin to wonder and think how is he going to understand it all. But then I am reminded that Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven”. I am amazed what Marschall can comprehend about a lot of different things. Why should I second-guess what the Lord can do in a little heart that He created? Faith like a child is how the Lord asks us to trust him.
I am amazed at the responsibility, as parents, we have to impart the Truth to our children. I read something in a book recently, “Children learn with ease what they are taught early, whether from TV violence and pornography, or from life-changing biblical information…” Violence and pornography are obvious things we won’t let Marschall be exposed to, but what about things that just distract him enough from the Truth of God? I am amazed that the two biggest Christian holidays that are celebrated have some other secular distraction associated with them. I won’t get into are you for or against the Easter bunny. However, Easter is a celebration of a life-changing event for those who accept who Jesus is. How does the Easter bunny and dyed Easter eggs relate to salvation? Things that make you hummm…..
Easter weekend has been extra special these past few years for me. Today is Marschall’s Birthday; he was born on Good Friday 3 years ago. We had a really busy weekend, with two parties for Marschall on Saturday and then Easter Day festivities after church.
This past Easter was the first time we tried to tell Marschall what Easter is all about. He watched a children’s version of the Passion movie. Some parts had to be fast forwarded through; even the animated version was pretty violent for a 3 year old. I have these moments that I want to tell Marschall all about Jesus and what He did for him on the cross. We have shared about Jesus with him to some extent. I begin to wonder and think how is he going to understand it all. But then I am reminded that Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven”. I am amazed what Marschall can comprehend about a lot of different things. Why should I second-guess what the Lord can do in a little heart that He created? Faith like a child is how the Lord asks us to trust him.
I am amazed at the responsibility, as parents, we have to impart the Truth to our children. I read something in a book recently, “Children learn with ease what they are taught early, whether from TV violence and pornography, or from life-changing biblical information…” Violence and pornography are obvious things we won’t let Marschall be exposed to, but what about things that just distract him enough from the Truth of God? I am amazed that the two biggest Christian holidays that are celebrated have some other secular distraction associated with them. I won’t get into are you for or against the Easter bunny. However, Easter is a celebration of a life-changing event for those who accept who Jesus is. How does the Easter bunny and dyed Easter eggs relate to salvation? Things that make you hummm…..
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Suckers and a Fast ride
Yesterday, my mom and I, took Garrett and Marschall to Southpoint mall to meet my sister and her boyfriend for lunch. Of course, shopping was part of our goal too. We do this every so often when my mom is out of school. It’s always an adventure to say the least! I have found some new tricks that work for Marschall to be able to handle a few hours of shopping. We have two strollers, one for Marschall and one for Garrett. I had a bag full of snacks and candy for Marschall. In order to keep Marschall in his seat and hands off the clothing racks we had to stroll him at a fast cardio walking pace and keep handing him suckers. He went through 3 suckers, which lasted about 15-20 minutes each and a bag of mini oreos. So I figured we had about 1 hour of focused shopping time,(I think we were there for about 4 hours.) We really only stayed in the main mall area because we could only go so fast in Nordstrom. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it… but better to go and do what I love, even if I don’t get to peruse all the stores at my own leisure. It beats not going at all. I even made out with a shirt and a pair of shoes that matched!
PS~ Regarding our beach trip, we had a wonderful time away, I think I have unpacked everything by now and the suitcases are put away. The kids did great, minus Marschall’s throwing up virus that lasted 3 hours in the middle of the night on the Friday we left.
Yesterday, my mom and I, took Garrett and Marschall to Southpoint mall to meet my sister and her boyfriend for lunch. Of course, shopping was part of our goal too. We do this every so often when my mom is out of school. It’s always an adventure to say the least! I have found some new tricks that work for Marschall to be able to handle a few hours of shopping. We have two strollers, one for Marschall and one for Garrett. I had a bag full of snacks and candy for Marschall. In order to keep Marschall in his seat and hands off the clothing racks we had to stroll him at a fast cardio walking pace and keep handing him suckers. He went through 3 suckers, which lasted about 15-20 minutes each and a bag of mini oreos. So I figured we had about 1 hour of focused shopping time,(I think we were there for about 4 hours.) We really only stayed in the main mall area because we could only go so fast in Nordstrom. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it… but better to go and do what I love, even if I don’t get to peruse all the stores at my own leisure. It beats not going at all. I even made out with a shirt and a pair of shoes that matched!
PS~ Regarding our beach trip, we had a wonderful time away, I think I have unpacked everything by now and the suitcases are put away. The kids did great, minus Marschall’s throwing up virus that lasted 3 hours in the middle of the night on the Friday we left.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Great Anticipation
I am so looking forward to this weekend. We have been invited to go to the beach with 5 other couples from church. This will be the first excursion we have had since baby #2. I actually can’t believe we have waited this long. We are just going to go out to eat, the girls are going to the spa, the guys are going to watch baskeball, play cards, we are going to eat lot of adult size snacks and most of all relax. I mean total heaven. However, it takes a lot of coordination to get someone to watch both kids. We have great help with both sets of our parents being in town. My parents are taking the kids this weekend. I can see my notes to them now… (Thankfully they both know what they are getting themselves into)
Mom and Dad,
Here are the instructions for this weekend…
Garrett eats every 2-3 hours, feed baby food in between bottle feedings
Marschall eats all the time (make sure you have an endless supply of snacks if you go out)
Try to take Marschall to the bathroom in between him throwing a tantrum of not wanting to go. If he doesn’t go, he will make a mess. He of course can’t clean it up, or I should say there is a bigger mess if he tries to clean it up.
By the way, Garrett still doesn’t sleep through the night, he will stir probably twice and you will need to feed him once and by the way he is teething terribly.
Sometimes Marschall will just appear at your face in the middle of the night just lead him back to bed he should go back to sleep until 6:15 am.
Ya’ll have fun and tell the boys we can’t wait to not be woken in the middle of the night and that mommy and daddy are so excited we both can sleep past 6:30 for the first time in about a year!
I think that is it~ we hope to see you a week from Sunday (just kidding)
Whew, again, with great anticipation we wait for Friday at 9:00am
I am so looking forward to this weekend. We have been invited to go to the beach with 5 other couples from church. This will be the first excursion we have had since baby #2. I actually can’t believe we have waited this long. We are just going to go out to eat, the girls are going to the spa, the guys are going to watch baskeball, play cards, we are going to eat lot of adult size snacks and most of all relax. I mean total heaven. However, it takes a lot of coordination to get someone to watch both kids. We have great help with both sets of our parents being in town. My parents are taking the kids this weekend. I can see my notes to them now… (Thankfully they both know what they are getting themselves into)
Mom and Dad,
Here are the instructions for this weekend…
Garrett eats every 2-3 hours, feed baby food in between bottle feedings
Marschall eats all the time (make sure you have an endless supply of snacks if you go out)
Try to take Marschall to the bathroom in between him throwing a tantrum of not wanting to go. If he doesn’t go, he will make a mess. He of course can’t clean it up, or I should say there is a bigger mess if he tries to clean it up.
By the way, Garrett still doesn’t sleep through the night, he will stir probably twice and you will need to feed him once and by the way he is teething terribly.
Sometimes Marschall will just appear at your face in the middle of the night just lead him back to bed he should go back to sleep until 6:15 am.
Ya’ll have fun and tell the boys we can’t wait to not be woken in the middle of the night and that mommy and daddy are so excited we both can sleep past 6:30 for the first time in about a year!
I think that is it~ we hope to see you a week from Sunday (just kidding)
Whew, again, with great anticipation we wait for Friday at 9:00am
Friday, March 17, 2006
Noisemakers
I kind of made a vow before we had children that we would not buy any loud and obnoxious toys. There is really no need for them. Then there is reality… Marschall was about a year old or so and he loved/loves the Wiggles. Target had this cute Wiggles guitar that I thought he would have so much fun with. Forgetting my vow, he now owns that little guitar. (Flash forward 2 years later) I now have visions of throwing that guitar out on the concrete driveway and letting it smash into a million little pieces. It seems I am holding on to all the patience I have left and he finds that guitar and pushes all the buttons at once.
It's kind of funny not learning from the guitar mistake, I buy him a toy keyboard. It was only $3.00, why not? I am standing in the shower this morning and hear the keyboard (that I had hid under our bed) coming from our bedroom. He had set it on the demo button, playing it over and over again. Whew, I get exasperated just writing this. You know, come to think of it we bought him this toy electric drill that is louder than the real thing. It's now on top of our entertainment center out of view. Who creates this stuff? I just keep hiding these noisemakers and he seems to find them at just the right time. I can’t bring myself to discard of them on Friday morning trash pick-up day and I would never want to give them away and be resposible for creating havoc in someone's household. However, I am documenting this, no more noisemakers. If per chance I get the inclination to expose him to more musical instruments, I must sign him up for lessons at someone else’s house!
I kind of made a vow before we had children that we would not buy any loud and obnoxious toys. There is really no need for them. Then there is reality… Marschall was about a year old or so and he loved/loves the Wiggles. Target had this cute Wiggles guitar that I thought he would have so much fun with. Forgetting my vow, he now owns that little guitar. (Flash forward 2 years later) I now have visions of throwing that guitar out on the concrete driveway and letting it smash into a million little pieces. It seems I am holding on to all the patience I have left and he finds that guitar and pushes all the buttons at once.
It's kind of funny not learning from the guitar mistake, I buy him a toy keyboard. It was only $3.00, why not? I am standing in the shower this morning and hear the keyboard (that I had hid under our bed) coming from our bedroom. He had set it on the demo button, playing it over and over again. Whew, I get exasperated just writing this. You know, come to think of it we bought him this toy electric drill that is louder than the real thing. It's now on top of our entertainment center out of view. Who creates this stuff? I just keep hiding these noisemakers and he seems to find them at just the right time. I can’t bring myself to discard of them on Friday morning trash pick-up day and I would never want to give them away and be resposible for creating havoc in someone's household. However, I am documenting this, no more noisemakers. If per chance I get the inclination to expose him to more musical instruments, I must sign him up for lessons at someone else’s house!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
“You cannot kill time without injuring eternity.”
I always like to keep my options open, even though, I am a planner to the very core of my inner being. I do not like to be tied down to other people’s timeframes and events, unless I choose do to so. I don’t like chaos, I hate to feel overwhelmed and run ragged. I am always reluctant to say “yes” to help and to serve because I may need that time to do something else more important that needs to get done. Or worse yet, if I am honest, I really may not want to serve others because it’s not “fun” or very gratifying.
When I put this into words I see how self-serving I really am. However, I am not trying to be self-deprecating. This has just been my struggle. Now that I am juggling a family this struggle has been amplified. My family is important and my first priority. However, I know there are other outlets I can and should use my abilities to serve others.
The other end of the spectrum is not being able to say “no”. Pete would fall into this category and be the first to admit it. He loves helping and “just doing”; he would do anything for anyone at anytime. I admire him because I know it is in his genuine nature to want to help and care for people. It sure works in my favor too; he helps a lot with taking care of our boys. However, he and I both know there are downsides to always saying “yes” and in my case, tending to say “no”. If he’s not careful he enables himself to be pulled so many directions, he ends up getting run down and causes other parts of his life to be stressed. Either way, both spectrums can be detrimental.
Where is the balance? It’s hard to find that balance. How can I make the most of my time? What should I invest in and have that, somehow, coincide with what I enjoying doing? God has given us each special gifts to use here on earth. Furthermore, he has called us to serve and to care for one another.
I just don’t want to find myself at the end of this life wondering why I killed so much time waiting for something better to invest in. I am starting to push myself out of my comfort zone- saying “yes” to some things that I would have said “no” to before and yet continually searching out my motives and asking the Lord’s help with direction. It has been neat to feel how freeing it really is to serve someone else and to continue to learn what I am called to do in this season of my life.
I always like to keep my options open, even though, I am a planner to the very core of my inner being. I do not like to be tied down to other people’s timeframes and events, unless I choose do to so. I don’t like chaos, I hate to feel overwhelmed and run ragged. I am always reluctant to say “yes” to help and to serve because I may need that time to do something else more important that needs to get done. Or worse yet, if I am honest, I really may not want to serve others because it’s not “fun” or very gratifying.
When I put this into words I see how self-serving I really am. However, I am not trying to be self-deprecating. This has just been my struggle. Now that I am juggling a family this struggle has been amplified. My family is important and my first priority. However, I know there are other outlets I can and should use my abilities to serve others.
The other end of the spectrum is not being able to say “no”. Pete would fall into this category and be the first to admit it. He loves helping and “just doing”; he would do anything for anyone at anytime. I admire him because I know it is in his genuine nature to want to help and care for people. It sure works in my favor too; he helps a lot with taking care of our boys. However, he and I both know there are downsides to always saying “yes” and in my case, tending to say “no”. If he’s not careful he enables himself to be pulled so many directions, he ends up getting run down and causes other parts of his life to be stressed. Either way, both spectrums can be detrimental.
Where is the balance? It’s hard to find that balance. How can I make the most of my time? What should I invest in and have that, somehow, coincide with what I enjoying doing? God has given us each special gifts to use here on earth. Furthermore, he has called us to serve and to care for one another.
I just don’t want to find myself at the end of this life wondering why I killed so much time waiting for something better to invest in. I am starting to push myself out of my comfort zone- saying “yes” to some things that I would have said “no” to before and yet continually searching out my motives and asking the Lord’s help with direction. It has been neat to feel how freeing it really is to serve someone else and to continue to learn what I am called to do in this season of my life.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Tenth in Line
Last Friday, was my "Friends' moment"; The time when Monica, Rachel and Phoebe were standing in line for Monica's designer wedding dress and they raced in with their whistles and whoever found "The dress" were suppose to blow their whistle to alert the other girls. Well, that was my mission on Friday, except to find all size 4 summer clothes for Marschall and a few items for Garrett. I was the first one to the size 4 rack and boy did it ever get crowded! I was in and out in a matter of 25 minutes with approximately a whole season worth of clothes, yah! Even though it was way crowded, I didn't see anyone have a run in with the policeman, yes there was a policeman there to keep everyone in order. Serious shoppers, I must say!
Last Friday, was my "Friends' moment"; The time when Monica, Rachel and Phoebe were standing in line for Monica's designer wedding dress and they raced in with their whistles and whoever found "The dress" were suppose to blow their whistle to alert the other girls. Well, that was my mission on Friday, except to find all size 4 summer clothes for Marschall and a few items for Garrett. I was the first one to the size 4 rack and boy did it ever get crowded! I was in and out in a matter of 25 minutes with approximately a whole season worth of clothes, yah! Even though it was way crowded, I didn't see anyone have a run in with the policeman, yes there was a policeman there to keep everyone in order. Serious shoppers, I must say!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Bobbing for Garrett!
So, I am in the kitchen and look up and think to myself “ That’s not Marschall’s head I see bobbing up and down behind the coffee table… Oh My Gosh, that is my 5 month old, Garrett!!!!!! All I see is Garrett’s tiny head going up, down, up, down. I can’t tell you how my heart sank, I yell as I am running over to Marschall, “Be Careful”! I have learned I do over react in this area; I don't want to give Marschall the idea of being rough with Garrett as a way of getting my attention. I just want Garrett to be able to fend for himself before he and Marschall start wrestling,(at least be able to sit up). Marschall has yet to hurt Garrett and I try to watch them closely. But Garrett laughs more at Marschall than Pete and I put together. Of course, this just encourages Marschall. But I see what it can be someday once they get older. It’s going to be fun! Sure they will get hurt and fight but what buds they will be! I really do hope so.
I see now why my mom would get so mad at me when I was mean to my sister, boy was I mean. I don’t need to hear any hallelujahs from the peanut gallery, Joy. But I am sure my mom just wanted me to be nice and enjoy my built in playmate. Well, all I can do is hope for Marschall and Garrett to be able to enjoy each other! Sure it will entail some purposeful bumps and bruises along the way but what siblings don’t fight? Obviously, it makes the younger sibling stronger when they get older, my sister would be the one to clobber me now (at least that’s what I let her think)~
So, I am in the kitchen and look up and think to myself “ That’s not Marschall’s head I see bobbing up and down behind the coffee table… Oh My Gosh, that is my 5 month old, Garrett!!!!!! All I see is Garrett’s tiny head going up, down, up, down. I can’t tell you how my heart sank, I yell as I am running over to Marschall, “Be Careful”! I have learned I do over react in this area; I don't want to give Marschall the idea of being rough with Garrett as a way of getting my attention. I just want Garrett to be able to fend for himself before he and Marschall start wrestling,(at least be able to sit up). Marschall has yet to hurt Garrett and I try to watch them closely. But Garrett laughs more at Marschall than Pete and I put together. Of course, this just encourages Marschall. But I see what it can be someday once they get older. It’s going to be fun! Sure they will get hurt and fight but what buds they will be! I really do hope so.
I see now why my mom would get so mad at me when I was mean to my sister, boy was I mean. I don’t need to hear any hallelujahs from the peanut gallery, Joy. But I am sure my mom just wanted me to be nice and enjoy my built in playmate. Well, all I can do is hope for Marschall and Garrett to be able to enjoy each other! Sure it will entail some purposeful bumps and bruises along the way but what siblings don’t fight? Obviously, it makes the younger sibling stronger when they get older, my sister would be the one to clobber me now (at least that’s what I let her think)~
Monday, February 27, 2006
For the G-boro Folk
Oh, how I love the season of consignment sales! I am ready for Friday am, I've got my plan of attack. Thought you may be interested, just make sure you get in line behind me :)
Christ UMC Mar. 3, 4 9 am to 8 pm; 8-11 am
Muirs Chapel UMC Mar. 3, 4 9 am to 7 pm; 9 am to 12 pm
Mothers of Multiples/College Place UMC Mar. 3,4 9 am-1 pm & 3-8 pm; 8 am - 12 pm
Christ Community Church Mar. 4 8 am to 12 pm and 1-4 pm
Sedgefield Presbyterian Church Mar. 9, 10 9:30 am to 6 pm; 9:30 am to 2 pm
First Presbyterian Church Mar. 10, 11 9:30 am to 7 pm; 8 am to 12 pm
Friendly Avenue Baptist Church Mar. 10, 11 9 am to 7 pm; 8-11 am
Guilford College UMC Mar. 10, 11 9 am to 6 pm; 9 am to 12 pm/12:15-2:30 pm
Summerfield UMC Mar. 10, 11 9 am to 7 pm; 9 am to 12 pm
Mt. Pisgah UMC Mar. 17,18 9 am to 7 pm; 8 am to 1 pm
Oh, how I love the season of consignment sales! I am ready for Friday am, I've got my plan of attack. Thought you may be interested, just make sure you get in line behind me :)
Christ UMC Mar. 3, 4 9 am to 8 pm; 8-11 am
Muirs Chapel UMC Mar. 3, 4 9 am to 7 pm; 9 am to 12 pm
Mothers of Multiples/College Place UMC Mar. 3,4 9 am-1 pm & 3-8 pm; 8 am - 12 pm
Christ Community Church Mar. 4 8 am to 12 pm and 1-4 pm
Sedgefield Presbyterian Church Mar. 9, 10 9:30 am to 6 pm; 9:30 am to 2 pm
First Presbyterian Church Mar. 10, 11 9:30 am to 7 pm; 8 am to 12 pm
Friendly Avenue Baptist Church Mar. 10, 11 9 am to 7 pm; 8-11 am
Guilford College UMC Mar. 10, 11 9 am to 6 pm; 9 am to 12 pm/12:15-2:30 pm
Summerfield UMC Mar. 10, 11 9 am to 7 pm; 9 am to 12 pm
Mt. Pisgah UMC Mar. 17,18 9 am to 7 pm; 8 am to 1 pm
To Divide and Conquer
Marschall tells me in his own little words that Pete had given him some candy, which the smell of peppermint was emanating from his mouth. I acknowledge him and soon he leaves the room. Shortly, I hear from the kitchen, “More candy Daddy, more candy Daddy, and then he shouts, Mommy said yes”. I then shout, “I did not say yes”.
I really didn’t care if Pete had given him another piece of candy but I couldn’t believe that he was already “working the parents”. Pete and I have started to show our unity in our decision-making with him. You know the drill, if one parent says “no” then it’s a “no” and vice-versa. In the short amount of time we have done this, Marschall has learned that Pete and I back each other up. Sometimes it works to his advantage but usually it results in a tantrum on the floor.
Some days I am amazed at how much I hear myself rationalizing to a 3 year old. He sure knows the buttons to push! Our 3 year old may sometimes divide us in our decision-making behind closed doors (and that’s for us to work out) but we will not be conquered! Hopefully, it will just be battles over candy for a while…
Marschall tells me in his own little words that Pete had given him some candy, which the smell of peppermint was emanating from his mouth. I acknowledge him and soon he leaves the room. Shortly, I hear from the kitchen, “More candy Daddy, more candy Daddy, and then he shouts, Mommy said yes”. I then shout, “I did not say yes”.
I really didn’t care if Pete had given him another piece of candy but I couldn’t believe that he was already “working the parents”. Pete and I have started to show our unity in our decision-making with him. You know the drill, if one parent says “no” then it’s a “no” and vice-versa. In the short amount of time we have done this, Marschall has learned that Pete and I back each other up. Sometimes it works to his advantage but usually it results in a tantrum on the floor.
Some days I am amazed at how much I hear myself rationalizing to a 3 year old. He sure knows the buttons to push! Our 3 year old may sometimes divide us in our decision-making behind closed doors (and that’s for us to work out) but we will not be conquered! Hopefully, it will just be battles over candy for a while…
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Just Some Advice…
Everyone accounted for? This is always a good question to ask yourself when you have more than one child. Marschall, Garrett and I were at McDonalds meeting some friends a while back. We had a fun time. Marschall behaved for the most part, Garrett stayed sound asleep and it was nice. It was time to go, Marschall and I were saying good-bye and we were on our way out the door and I hear this chirp from the corner. Uhhh, yeah, I forgot my 2 month old in the corner of McDonalds. Cool mom. I about had heart failure. Now, obviously I didn’t get far. But now, every time I get in the car, I look in my rear view mirror and make sure all are accounted for!
Everyone accounted for? This is always a good question to ask yourself when you have more than one child. Marschall, Garrett and I were at McDonalds meeting some friends a while back. We had a fun time. Marschall behaved for the most part, Garrett stayed sound asleep and it was nice. It was time to go, Marschall and I were saying good-bye and we were on our way out the door and I hear this chirp from the corner. Uhhh, yeah, I forgot my 2 month old in the corner of McDonalds. Cool mom. I about had heart failure. Now, obviously I didn’t get far. But now, every time I get in the car, I look in my rear view mirror and make sure all are accounted for!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
I Saw Stars and They Sure Weren't Pretty
I was about 8 or 10 years old. My parents took me to Grimsley High School for some kind of community day. They had a race for all the young people to run 1 lap around the track. I was excited, ready to go for it. I started out like gangbusters; I was one of the ones in the lead. I can still remember turning the first corner and then thinking, “Gosh, I can’t breathe very well”, still running hard, I started to see stars. It went downhill from there. I crossed the finish line last. I mean, I think my dad had to come help me cross the line. It was terrible; I was so embarrassed. Why did I feel the need to give it my all in the first 2 minutes of the race? Why I didn’t pace myself, I’ll never know. I did not have one ounce of endurance left in me, well; I take that back, I had just enough to not pass out before crossing the finish line!
Motherhood can seem like a race some days. Trying to get it all done, perfectly. I’ve given up on the perfect household, I’m just trying to cross the line at the end of the day with a few clean clothes folded and the toys put back in the toy box and Marschall’s teeth brushed!
I looked up endure on dictionary.com. Endure means: To carry on through, despite hardships. I believe a lot of parenthood entails this. The Lord has been teaching me a lot lately upon dependence on Him and Him alone. Asking Him, what I should be involved in, to do and not to do. I don’t want to run myself ragged and get ahead of Him in my days and weeks. I can’t stand the thought of being disheveled. I find myself most “out of sorts” when I take my eyes off Him and end up feeling like I am running around in circles. As mothers and wives, we have a huge responsibility to take care of our own our husbands, our children and our homes. On top of all that we each have our own interests and hobbies, we want to be involved in.
All of this, reminds me of the following verse in Hebrews. “Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who forth the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”
I was about 8 or 10 years old. My parents took me to Grimsley High School for some kind of community day. They had a race for all the young people to run 1 lap around the track. I was excited, ready to go for it. I started out like gangbusters; I was one of the ones in the lead. I can still remember turning the first corner and then thinking, “Gosh, I can’t breathe very well”, still running hard, I started to see stars. It went downhill from there. I crossed the finish line last. I mean, I think my dad had to come help me cross the line. It was terrible; I was so embarrassed. Why did I feel the need to give it my all in the first 2 minutes of the race? Why I didn’t pace myself, I’ll never know. I did not have one ounce of endurance left in me, well; I take that back, I had just enough to not pass out before crossing the finish line!
Motherhood can seem like a race some days. Trying to get it all done, perfectly. I’ve given up on the perfect household, I’m just trying to cross the line at the end of the day with a few clean clothes folded and the toys put back in the toy box and Marschall’s teeth brushed!
I looked up endure on dictionary.com. Endure means: To carry on through, despite hardships. I believe a lot of parenthood entails this. The Lord has been teaching me a lot lately upon dependence on Him and Him alone. Asking Him, what I should be involved in, to do and not to do. I don’t want to run myself ragged and get ahead of Him in my days and weeks. I can’t stand the thought of being disheveled. I find myself most “out of sorts” when I take my eyes off Him and end up feeling like I am running around in circles. As mothers and wives, we have a huge responsibility to take care of our own our husbands, our children and our homes. On top of all that we each have our own interests and hobbies, we want to be involved in.
All of this, reminds me of the following verse in Hebrews. “Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who forth the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”
Friday, February 17, 2006
Out of the Blue
Last night Marschall and I were having dinner together, (Pete was working late). I said, “Marschall let’s sit and eat together”, he kept trying to get up from his chair. Out of the blue, he came back over and sat down and looked up at me and he said “We buddies”. I thought, wow, just that little statement was worth Pete working late!
Sometimes, we don’t realize the impact we are having on our children. Obviously, I was never expecting that statement to come out of his mouth, (See previous blog, “The Ugly Truth”). Maybe, I don’t love playing ball or wrestling around with Marschall, but he and I enjoyed a nice little dinner together, just as buddies.
A funny side note, as cute as it was eating dinner with each other, just “being buddies”, I was also his buddy last night around 12:30am cleaning up throw-up from his floor. I guess I’m his sick buddy too, poor little thing. So far, he’s doing better today.
Last night Marschall and I were having dinner together, (Pete was working late). I said, “Marschall let’s sit and eat together”, he kept trying to get up from his chair. Out of the blue, he came back over and sat down and looked up at me and he said “We buddies”. I thought, wow, just that little statement was worth Pete working late!
Sometimes, we don’t realize the impact we are having on our children. Obviously, I was never expecting that statement to come out of his mouth, (See previous blog, “The Ugly Truth”). Maybe, I don’t love playing ball or wrestling around with Marschall, but he and I enjoyed a nice little dinner together, just as buddies.
A funny side note, as cute as it was eating dinner with each other, just “being buddies”, I was also his buddy last night around 12:30am cleaning up throw-up from his floor. I guess I’m his sick buddy too, poor little thing. So far, he’s doing better today.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
TO GOOD DAYS!
Doesn’t it feel really good when you know you have had a good day? What I mean by this is; your kids have been good, you’ve gotten a few things done around the house, you’ve showered and put on a cute outfit, you’ve defrosted your meat before 5:00pm for dinner and you think, why can’t it be like this everyday? Everything works like clock work. I love those days, they happen maybe once a week for me. I really appreciate days like that and really dislike when I know at 8:00am that it’s not going to be one of those so-called “good” days. Yesterday, started out like that for me. I got a call at 7:50am, it was my uncle, and he is a sheriff in Guilford County. He was out near our area and wanted to stop by and say hey, he was waiting in our driveway. Meanwhile, Marschall had been up since 6:15, we kept trying to send him back to bed, he was already in one of those moods. Garrett had just gotten up and was ready to eat. In my head I was thinking, well why not a vistor, maybe, this will get Marschall out of his funk! So I told him I would be downstairs in a couple of minutes to get to the door. I open the door and he says “Oh I didn’t mean to catch you in your robe”. Now, I know he doesn’t have any kids. But really, did he think I would be already to go and start my day before the 8:00 hour. It made me laugh and I thought now if you come back at 10:00, chances are you will still see me in my morning attire. Oh well, he didn’t stay long and Marschall still didn’t get out of his funk. So, I’m thinking no more visitors until at least the 9:00 hour from now on. Well, I am shooting for one of those better days today, we will see…. It’s 8:23 am so far so good~
Doesn’t it feel really good when you know you have had a good day? What I mean by this is; your kids have been good, you’ve gotten a few things done around the house, you’ve showered and put on a cute outfit, you’ve defrosted your meat before 5:00pm for dinner and you think, why can’t it be like this everyday? Everything works like clock work. I love those days, they happen maybe once a week for me. I really appreciate days like that and really dislike when I know at 8:00am that it’s not going to be one of those so-called “good” days. Yesterday, started out like that for me. I got a call at 7:50am, it was my uncle, and he is a sheriff in Guilford County. He was out near our area and wanted to stop by and say hey, he was waiting in our driveway. Meanwhile, Marschall had been up since 6:15, we kept trying to send him back to bed, he was already in one of those moods. Garrett had just gotten up and was ready to eat. In my head I was thinking, well why not a vistor, maybe, this will get Marschall out of his funk! So I told him I would be downstairs in a couple of minutes to get to the door. I open the door and he says “Oh I didn’t mean to catch you in your robe”. Now, I know he doesn’t have any kids. But really, did he think I would be already to go and start my day before the 8:00 hour. It made me laugh and I thought now if you come back at 10:00, chances are you will still see me in my morning attire. Oh well, he didn’t stay long and Marschall still didn’t get out of his funk. So, I’m thinking no more visitors until at least the 9:00 hour from now on. Well, I am shooting for one of those better days today, we will see…. It’s 8:23 am so far so good~
Monday, February 13, 2006
The Ugly Truth
I often compare myself to other moms. I have an image in my head of what the ideal mother and wife should look like. I was giving this some thought, what I came up with is this. When I think of all the moms I know, I often think of a mixture of all my friends that are moms and have this super woman image in my mind. With that said, often I feel I come up short and with my priorities out of whack.
I love my boys and I love being around them. I love nurturing them, caring for their needs and hurts. However, I struggle with just sitting and “playing” with Marschall, and sometimes think “Garrett, please just play on the floor for a little while longer until I can finish …” I get frustrated with myself because I think my first wants should be just sitting and enjoying my children. 8 out of 10 times it’s not the case.
I dread the thought of having to scrapbook, even if it is centered on beautiful pictures of my babies. I’m just not a crafty person. I think the hardest thing about being a mom is feeding my children before myself. People that know me know how much I love my meals! I even think hum… when is the next time Pete and I can just go out by ourselves? One would think, well maybe you should work more and then you would appreciate your children. I don’t think that is the answer. Because when I worked, I compared myself to co-workers, other girls, wives etc. I complained about my job and my boss. I wished had a different job or worked in a different department.
The comparisons never stop, life is life, and jealousy invades or worse yet, I think pride invades. I try and make myself feel better and think well at least I do this or that better than “she” does. Awful isn’t it!
I do think I have been given strengths I can excel in and obvious weaknesses I should work on. My fear is that frustrations will overtake the joy in just being with my children. I really have to make an effort to stop what I am doing and sit and throw the ball with Marschall. Sounds easy, but for me it’s not. I do see how fulfilling it can be when I do stop and see the appreciation on his face.
I am trying to look at it as this, frustrations are everywhere, I will screw up – make wrong decisions. It’s hard to sacrifice. I never knew what true sacrifice was until I had kids. Before kids, I shopped when I wanted, napped when I wanted. I did what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. I still feel that tug. I am just glad I’m aware and that the desire is there in just “being” with my children and further more have the opportunity day after day to try and just stop. With that said though, I think times are all the more sweet when Marschall and I have special moments of just playing. He and Pete play all the time and that’s good. But I desire for my boys to remember that their mom played too and better yet had fun doing it!
I often compare myself to other moms. I have an image in my head of what the ideal mother and wife should look like. I was giving this some thought, what I came up with is this. When I think of all the moms I know, I often think of a mixture of all my friends that are moms and have this super woman image in my mind. With that said, often I feel I come up short and with my priorities out of whack.
I love my boys and I love being around them. I love nurturing them, caring for their needs and hurts. However, I struggle with just sitting and “playing” with Marschall, and sometimes think “Garrett, please just play on the floor for a little while longer until I can finish …” I get frustrated with myself because I think my first wants should be just sitting and enjoying my children. 8 out of 10 times it’s not the case.
I dread the thought of having to scrapbook, even if it is centered on beautiful pictures of my babies. I’m just not a crafty person. I think the hardest thing about being a mom is feeding my children before myself. People that know me know how much I love my meals! I even think hum… when is the next time Pete and I can just go out by ourselves? One would think, well maybe you should work more and then you would appreciate your children. I don’t think that is the answer. Because when I worked, I compared myself to co-workers, other girls, wives etc. I complained about my job and my boss. I wished had a different job or worked in a different department.
The comparisons never stop, life is life, and jealousy invades or worse yet, I think pride invades. I try and make myself feel better and think well at least I do this or that better than “she” does. Awful isn’t it!
I do think I have been given strengths I can excel in and obvious weaknesses I should work on. My fear is that frustrations will overtake the joy in just being with my children. I really have to make an effort to stop what I am doing and sit and throw the ball with Marschall. Sounds easy, but for me it’s not. I do see how fulfilling it can be when I do stop and see the appreciation on his face.
I am trying to look at it as this, frustrations are everywhere, I will screw up – make wrong decisions. It’s hard to sacrifice. I never knew what true sacrifice was until I had kids. Before kids, I shopped when I wanted, napped when I wanted. I did what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. I still feel that tug. I am just glad I’m aware and that the desire is there in just “being” with my children and further more have the opportunity day after day to try and just stop. With that said though, I think times are all the more sweet when Marschall and I have special moments of just playing. He and Pete play all the time and that’s good. But I desire for my boys to remember that their mom played too and better yet had fun doing it!
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